Aurora
"Ahh, it hurts, Xander, please be gentle," I pleaded with a hint of allure in my voice. "We've done this so many times, why does it still hurt? Ahh~~~ Xander, you're terrible."
"Quiet down, or I'll have to hit your head," Xander warned, his face flushed. My suggestive tone was affecting him, and I knew it; I was teasing him deliberately.
In the science lab, I looked triumphantly at the blood sample Xander had drawn from my arm. "How much did you collect this time?"
"470ml for $5,000." Xander stopped drawing blood from me after filling one pint and applied some medicine to my skin.
"Could we possibly go for $10,000? I still feel like I'm undervaluing my blood," I suggested, watching Xander treat my blood carefully and place it in the complicated machine that I will ever know how to operate it.
"Don't overstep, or I'll find another donor. I still have to purchase a lot of equipment and run tests. Scientific research isn't cheap. Now you see why I'm always strapped for cash, right?"
"What exactly are you working on, Xander?" I asked, a question I had posed several times but always forgot the answer to, as I moved towards Xander’s secret stash. Xander had tried changing the location of his secret stash several times, but he'd never managed to outwit my keen sense of smell. Consequently, he stopped trying to hide his sweet treats from me, realizing it was futile.
"Just think of it as researching a new antibody for a specific disease. If my research succeeds, I could become a billionaire! Then you'll regret not picking me," he mused.
"Yeah, choosing you now, watching your research fail and go bankrupt would indeed be my biggest regret," I teased, playfully opening his drawer.
Xander was somewhat taken aback by my frankness. "You make a good point. Why haven't I thought of that before?"
"Sometimes, you were really stupid, you know. Who awarded you your PhD, some senile old man?" I laughed as I discovered a cache of chocolates and candies from various countries in the drawer. Xander had a habit of collecting all sorts of sweets, claiming they helped his brain work better.
‘And they were all so lovely and addictive. Once you tried them, you couldn't stop.’
"You relocated here two years ago, solely for my blood, didn't you?" I questioned, eyeing an opportunity to negotiate a better deal. I was also intrigued by how Xander's stash of sweets never seemed to diminish, no matter how much I pilfered. Casually, I pocketed more candies, enough for several nights of indulgence. "I'm valuable to you, right, Xander? My blood's one of a kind. Don't you think that deserves a higher compensation? How about a 20% increase for each bi-monthly donation?""Indeed, your blood is unique, but so is the blood of many in this town. It's extraordinarily active and disease-resistant. This opened a path for me to synthesize new antibodies and develop vaccines," Xander remarked, focused on his computer. "And yes, I was searching for you. My journey started when I found your blood at a red cross center. That discovery fueled my confidence in potential success. Tracing your blood back to this town was expensive and time-consuming, but it was worth it. Your blood was unique, showing a purity unlike any other, and it was getting even purer over time.""What did you mean?" I asked, completing my raid on the sweets and leaving behind some items I didn't like for Xander."Your blood improved in quality. I drew it every two months for two years, and the results kept improving. Today," Xander said, examining the new sample, "your blood changed; right now it started to emit a pleasant smell, like pheromones, but more stable.""Do you think that's why people acted strangely around me?"Xander glanced at me and stood up to push me out. "I'm talking about a smell detectable only by animals with a keen sense of smell. Humans can't smell it, so it didn't cause the reaction you're mentioning. Except if they are an animal, then yes. Now go, I have a lot of work left.""Wait, my money?" I asked outside the door."It's already in your account!"
"Well, thank you."
As I stepped out of the school happily, it was already dark outside, and I saw Lucas waiting for me in the car park.
"Did you finish your work?" Lucas inquired while smiling at me.
"Have you been waiting for me?" My eyes widened. "For three hours?"
'I didn't realize you cared about me so much.'
'Do you really love me that much?'
"Your grandma asked me to look after you, or my grandpa will suffer at her hand," Lucas clarified.
'You come up with so many excuses, but I know you still have feelings for me. Work harder to impress me, Lucas.'
I smiled sweetly.
‘Will you find any excuse to push me down tonight? Oh... will I accept it or not? I don’t know. I can’t be a bad girl. Do I need to try something to seduce him? For him to find the invitation secretly? How to do it? I've never done it before... argh!! Can't he just figure it out himself? Just push me. Damn it.’
Lucas opened the car door, allowing me to slip in. As the car started moving and we hit the road, I received a text from Nathan.
"Bianca was heading your way in rage; please be careful."My mood darkened. "Lucas, can we go faster?""Sure, is something wrong?""No," I replied, keeping the town's secret. "I want to get home quickly."Lucas accelerated, but suddenly braked and swerved to avoid someone.Ahead, I saw Bianca blocking their path, forcing Lucas to maneuver around her."Are you alright?" Lucas asked, concerned for me.I recognized Bianca, my troublesome senior from a past encounter, and Nathan’s supposed mate."Lucas, just keep driving. Don’t stop," I urged.Lucas was perplexed by the need to escape from just one girl. But maybe noticing a flicker of worry cross my face, he immediately sensed the seriousness of the situation. He stepped on the accelerator, the car's tires screeching as we quickly put distance between ourselves and Bianca.
"Faster, Lucas!" I yelled, frightened. "She's on our tail!"
“Are you sure?” As the speedometer reached 60 mph, Lucas thought we were out of reach. Yet, a glance in the rearview mirror turned his face ashen. Incredibly, Bianca was sprinting after us, keeping pace even as Lucas pushed the car faster.
Bianca pursued use down the road. As we neared a turning point, Bianca kept going straight while the car began to turn. Consequently, Bianca collided with the side of the car, forcefully pushing the car off the road. The impact caused a violent shudder throughout our vehicle, shaking it vigorously. Lucas fought to regain control, the car spinning wildly as he slammed on the brakes to halt it. The airbags burst open, cocooning Lucas and me in their protective cushion.
"Get out here, Aurora!" Bianca's voice, thick with anger, cut through the air under the dim glow of a half-moon. Known as the town's most beautiful girl and Nathan's top pick, Bianca was the envy of many. She typically carried herself like a celebrity, gracing events with the poise befitting the daughter of one of the town's wealthiest men.
I took out my wolf’s sharp nail and punctured the airbag, then stepped out of the car to confront Bianca. "What's your problem, bitch!" I demanded.
Bianca, widely acknowledged as the future Luna and partner of Nathan, fixed me with a look of deep animosity. "The problem is, you're the omega bitch. My grandmother said you're cursed, and I have to deal with you right here, right now. If I don't, I risk losing my place as Luna!"
"Cursed? What are you talking about?" I was puzzled.
"You're a Luna Fate Stealer!" Bianca lunged at me, seeming like her hatred for her was reaching a crescendo. Bianca, who had grown up believing she was destined to become the Luna, found it unbearable that I might take her place.
***Bianca
‘Anger, only anger that I feel right now.’
Despite having defeated Aurora in past weeks, teaching her a lesson for not getting close to Nathan again, this Omega who doesn't know her place still continued to captivate my Alpha. Today, after Nathan met this woman, he called me, only to end all his ties with me. Despite my pleas, Nathan turned me away coldly.
‘We have been engaged for eight fucking years, and he easily discarded me! It is impossible!
‘Nathan must have fallen under Aurora's spell. I must break this enchantment and secure my destined role by removing Aurora from the picture... Kill her.’
As rage consumes me, I was running towards her and launching my kick, causing her to be hurled 10 meters away before harshly landing on the road. Aurora's body skids across the asphalt, resulting in injuries to her hands and knees scraped raw by the rough surface.
“I won’t let you steal what’s rightfully mine!” I yelled.
My grandmother, a sorceress that not many people know, claimed that one of Aurora's ancestors carried a witch's blood, a trait seemingly active in Aurora and making her irresistible to Alphas. I pulled out an ornately decorated knife, a family heirloom given by my grandmother to uphold my family's dignity.
‘I've never killed a person before, but tonight, it will be the first. Who says she dares to steal what's mine!’
“Do you know what my father said to me? Better to commit suicide if I cannot kill you! Fucking bitch! You've left me with no way out; you and Nathan have dishonored our family tradition! He canceled our marriage because of you!”
As I attempted to stab Aurora, she quickly dodged, and the knife struck the asphalt instead. Aurora tried to kick me away.
“You’re insane, Bianca! Nathan and the whole community are on their way here!” Aurora yelled.
“That’s all the more reason to finish this quickly,” I retorted, lunging at her again. Aurora tried to evade but wasn't as lucky this time; the knife pierced her right thigh. I, my whole life, trained in martial arts to become a better Luna, contrasting with Aurora, who had only learned to sing.
‘This is a game that I can't lose.’
Blood began to flow from her thigh, and Aurora appeared dizzy. I moved to attack her once more, pinning down her other foot; Aurora lacked the strength to resist or the ability to escape.
The knife in my hand was now aimed at Aurora's neck.
"Die, you bitch! Never steal people's alpha in your next life!"
Bianca Under the half-moonlight, Aurora's form distorted, her body swelling and contorting into something more primal, more powerful, her eyes blazing with feral intensity. Her transformation into a half-werewolf gave her the strength to jolt my body, causing me to lose balance, and my knife swing missed her neck. I was fully aware of the gravity of the situation and commanded my own body to start mirroring Aurora's transformation. I needed to maintain control over Aurora’s body. If she wanted a fight between werewolves, I would give it to her. Whatever she asked for, I would give her, knowing that she would meet her end at my hand. She was an Omega and the weakest in our pack. Once again, using all my strength, I swung my knife toward her neck while halfway transformed into a werewolf. Suddenly, the night air shattered with the staccato rhythm of gunfire. "Duarr! Duarr! Duarr!" The sounds tore through the silence, reaching towards the heavens. I felt the searing pain and burnin
The brutal confrontation between Dave and me under the dim moonlight was a storm of intense emotion and raw power. Dave, though not as strong, fought with the strategic acumen and precision of a seasoned veteran. His claws and fangs moved in a deadly dance, each strike aimed with lethal intent. His eyes were alight with fiery determination, muscles flexing in sync with the battle's rhythm. Dave managed to inflict several wounds on me, spilling my blood onto the road, exposing torn muscle and flesh. I could understand; he was driven by a fierce need to protect his daughter and uphold his family's honor. But I also needed to defend my authority. I, the Alpha, exhibited formidable, untamed strength. Larger in size, I wrestled with my restraint, striving not to deliver a fatal blow to him. This hesitation made my movements less precise. My goal wasn't to kill Dave, but merely to incapacitate him. Growls and roars echoed with each clash. The asphalt below was marred with bloodstains. Th
The old shaman, her face etched with lines of wrinkles, wisdom and weariness, let out a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her years. "I can't believe, at this ripe age, with my meager pension, I must resort to such costly methods," she lamented. Her fingers trembled slightly as she extracted a small, worn pouch from her cloak. She moved around the battlefield, her movements deliberate yet frail, as she scattered a fine, shimmering dust from the pouch over the rampaging werewolf. The dust, a concoction of 25 rare herbs and a very expensive material called "stardust," worked as a slow-acting sedative, designed to soothe the beast's wild frenzy. "All my savings going to waste on this nonsense..." she muttered under her breath.*** Hidden in the dark forest, a woman clad in dark, stealthy attire urgently whispered into her earpiece, her voice a blend of tension and resolve. "Sir, shadow troops have arrived at the battle location," she reported. Her leader's voice crackled t
There was a long silence, during which she was certain she wouldn't receive any answer. She continued, “Sir, the young man, Ethan, just ran away from the target house after kissing her. Do you want me to take him down?” Her voice was barely audible in the quiet of the night. “Negative,” I answered. “Maintain surveillance on the target house. Protect her.” “Understood, Sir.” After a moment of static, a more personal request came through. “Sir, may I speak privately?” “Permission granted.” “Alex, we're relieved to hear from you again. The troops have been awaiting your return to lead us in our world conquest. Why are you hiding here?” The question was tinged with both respect and curiosity. "Don't worry," I replied, reassuring yet authoritative. "This place is destined to become the center of our global subjugation. The girl you're watching is crucial; she's the eye of the storm. Several powerful Alphas have already begun planning to come to this town, each aiming to win her heart a
Xander 14:45 PM. I was deep in slumber amidst the cluttered chaos of the school laboratory when someone came and kicking me awake from my single thin foldable bed.“What?” I mumbled groggily, fumbling for my glasses to focus on the figure looming over me.“Aurora asked you to go to the town hall. Why haven’t you checked your smartphone?” Lucas's voice was edged with impatience.Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glanced at my smartphone, only to be met with a barrage of notifications — 53 missed calls and 65 messages on W******p and messenger, all from Aurora. My heart skipped a beat, and my face turned pale.‘Damn, I'm done. Aurora will kill me this time. Last time I did something like this, she almost broke my bone.’“Did something big happen? I heard the locals have convened an emergency meeting in the hall. The school declared an unforeseen holiday for today. Isn't she attending the meeting?” I asked.“Don’t reply. Just go there,” Lucas instructed tersely.Without time for a bath,
Xander “Please everyone,” Aurora, her voice steady but infused with urgency, sought to calm the agitated crowd. "Mr. Xander discovered our existence two years ago when he traced my blood donation in the city. He figured out I was a werewolf but kept it secret from everyone, including the government. He's been compensating me for my blood bi-monthly donation for his research. And he's even willing to offer compensation for your blood." An old widow, her eyes a peculiar blend of skepticism and keen interest, stepped forward. She brandished her old shotgun, its barrel ominously pointing towards Aurora and me. The wrinkles on her face deepened as she spoke, her voice a reflection of her financial desperation, "How much is he paying?" "$5,000 for a pint," Aurora answered promptly. The room erupted into a symphony of shocked murmurs. Some still thought it was a good price, a family could live on only $2,500 a month if they were frugal. Meanwhile, some of the younger people were thinking
Xander Aurora, her voice tinged with protest, conveyed to me all the injustices she felt the community had unfairly imposed upon her. I, the professor, wore a grave expression, attentively absorbing every detail of the troubles attributed to her by the community, attempting to appear sympathetic to her pain. After spending five minutes intently listening to Aurora's perspective, I realized I needed to intervene; otherwise, Aurora might continue sharing her emotional grievances for hours without finding a solution. She was repeating the same points, especially those where she felt emotionally hurt. ‘She is like a breaking dam.’ I rose to address the crowd from the podium, making eye contact with each individual. I announced, “If we all work together, we can resolve all of these issues in just 15 minutes, ensuring happiness for everyone.” “Great! Wonderful!” The central party quickly clapped their hands, uncertain whether it would really take only 15 minutes. They didn't care; as lo
Within the vast, dimly lit expanse of the repurposed factory, now transformed into a makeshift prison, an air of palpable tension hung heavily. The two-story building was segmented into numerous private cells, each imprisoning individuals from four towns – a mix of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas ensnared during the operation. These cramped quarters, typically housing two or three captives, bore the weight of their fear and uncertainty. In one such cell, a family of four huddled together, their faces ghostly pale. "Alpha Jack, what are they doing?" asked a woman with a pale face. She was comforting her two children, who hadn't awakened from the tranquilizers. "I don't know," answered the man, peering outside from the jail bars. "We will find our way out; just be calm for now." *** Lucas I was standing in the center of the factory inside a small arena, visible from all the cells. I could see all the prisoners from my place, their expressions a mix of fear and defiance, peering through th